Yesterday, I published a post, The Grand Old Lady Of Shuter Street, about seeing Amy Helm & The Handsome Strangers opening for Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell at Toronto’s Massey Hall the other day. As I was drafting it, I noticed it was taking two different directions. One was simply about the venue, the music, and the musicians. The other however, was about me.
I really wasn’t intending on writing about me, I just wanted to share my love for a beautiful place, beautiful music, and beautiful artists and songwriters. But somehow ‘me’ kept creeping in. So I gave up on hitting the backspace and delete keys, let it all come out, and decided to make a second somewhat related post. Here’s the other stuff that was running around my mind, or maybe really my heart, as I was drafting the above post …
Today’s Daily Prompt is: Take Me to the Moon:
How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you?
I would love for my answer to both parts of the prompt to be anywhere. Wouldn’t that sound great? Wouldn’t that mean I was the bestest parent, family member, friend, heck even the bestest complete stranger in someone’s world? Yeah, perhaps on the surface it would. I mean ask a lot of other parents out there what they would do for their children and I suspect the most common response would be this: anything. But I’ve had enough journeys on this adventure called life that have taught me otherwise. I do my best to have and express unconditional love for others, but I do have conditions on the parameters of the relationships I have with them.
Would I hear him say recalculating?
Nah. I’m pretty sure I’d hear this instead …
In response to today’s Daily Prompt – From The Top:
If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self, or would [you] opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choice.
Listen to music. It could save your soul. Be kind. It could save someone’s world. Wear a hat. It could save your life.
… or if you like to watch John Cleese dancing in the street for no apparent reason.
I am a reformed mohawk fashionista. I have also recovered from my teen ails of putting hydrogen peroxide in my hair. And I haven’t permed my hair since my early 20’s. But of all the hairstyles I’ve had over the years, the one I loved the most was being bald.
Poking a little fun at the brand new hole in my head after Tuesday’s surgery to remove a skin cancer tumour beside my left ear …
There’s a hole in my head, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There’s a hole in my head, dear Liza, a hole.
So what, dear woman, dear woman, dear woman,
So what, dear woman, dear woman, so what?
It looks so funny, dear Liza, dear Liza,
It looks so funny, dear Liza, so funny.
You’re hilarious, dear woman, dear woman, dear woman,
You’re hilarious, dear woman, dear woman, hilarious.